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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Love Sonnet LXXXIII
Yaraa, my love for you is
radioactive, holding a life
line of ten thousand years.
Its glow shines a path onlyyou can find, and follow. My
touch can ignite the desire
that pulsates in your blood,
and frees your heart.The world may end, civilizations
crumble, oceans dry up, the sun
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Pouring Emotions
Streaming tears
down my face,
ever flowing
not from sadness
nor grief.A frenzy you created
within my body,
immense emotions flying,
overwhelming me
with nowhere to go
but to trickle down
my cherry-red cheeks.3 Comments -
Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Blue Pool
A young man sipped limoncello, in a bar in the village square,
He was lonely and heartbroken, you would often find him there,
His heart was filled with sorrow, he felt twisted and torn inside,
When a waitress in a black dress, came and whispered as he cried,
‘Do you know there’s a blue pool, born out of the mountain str…Read More2 Comments-
While I fancy myself a romantic, I think I will avoid this Blue Pool. I have loved a few times and may never love again, but I think I do not want to play the fool. Her pool is enticing, her lips warm with arousal, but dear lady, I will remain on this stool. Sorry HJx, I hope you don’t mind where my mind went as I read your poem. -Curt
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Glutton…
they used to tell me
it looks like I’m hunting trouble
leaving them thinking I enjoy the dramaI get it…
I do
I can see how it might seem that way to youbut that’s not it
I’m not chasing more of the same
same shit different day
I actually prefer peace and quietit’s just…
I’m used to my own darkness
…my…Read More2 Comments-
Exactly Willow. Learning from one’s experiences is not SSDD, it’s growth. And this growth is internal and personal, doesn’t matter what others may think. But if someone is paying attention, this growth becomes obvious and welcomed. -Curt
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April 9th — The Breakthrough of Impossible Realities
April 9th does not arrive.
It erupts.It tears a seam in the morning,
a thin, shimmering wound
through which light leaks sideways,
as if the day itself
has forgotten how to behave.This is the day of breakthroughs,
not the gentle kind,
not the kind that whisper
you’re doing fin…Read More - Load More Posts
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